Fred is too disconcerting for many to meet. He’s 21, and too young and handsome to be so all-knowing. If all men were like him, this world would be a more beautiful place. Providing women were also disconcertingly too young and gorgeous and all-knowing. We met in a pub, watching football. Fred is not a blagger. Blaggers swagger. Blaggers talk lots and know little. Fred talks lots and knows lots because he’s good at lots. He tries anything to see if he's good at it. And he usually is.Violin playing was one of his dreams. So as a young teenager he saved to buy a second hand violin, and taught himself. Theatres now book him for solo performances. Mastering psychic and spiritual subjects were other dreams. Guess what? Psychics and spiritual seekers now seek his advice. "Gifts" like young Fred’s is not that unusual. Because, like others I've met with numerous gifts, he knows he’s an angel and consciously remembers his agreement before birth to work to help humanity progress... Angelic souls accept myriads of jobs, projects and hobbies. Deep inner knowledge helps them Master all trades and be a jack of none - easily. So they push boundaries, seeking top levels of ability possible for their human body, until they're an expert, a Master. When a person Masters a subject, such as violin, their brain’s neural pathways connect. Brains remember what was needed to achieve Mastership. When they study another subject such as psychic or spiritual teaching, neural pathways of “how to achieve” are pre-connected. Pathways to Mastership become easier, and easier again after that.

But angelic souls also remember being with perfect love before birth. That memory provides an automatic love for perfection that permeates their being, bringing ease of effort. Comparing groups of ‘normal’ humans to an angel like Fred is like comparing a packet of seeds to a stunning flower. Fred is so young, all-knowing and angelic, many find him disconcerting. They can't understand how he can be so good at so much, so young. So conflict arises, even though his beauty of perfection arises from his beautiful soul. At 21, the world’s his oyster. Making many oyster beds to lie on, cultivating numerous inner pearls of wisdom to improve the world’s appearance is simply his soul’s task.

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See my weird-but-true first blog post on December 1st 2011, for an overview of my polymath, joyful and horrid fairy tale life. Taste the yummy, Godly, disgusting and loving ingredients of future posts - all truthful, with just a little artistic licence.

If writing is the fruit of sin, I must have sinned greatly. Otherwise how was I cured after decades of being 80% disabled; how did I earn merits at a university creative writing course for poetry, fiction and non-fiction; and how did I travel and lecture on TV and radio internationally? I must surely have sinned in wonderfully fun ways.